We had a difficult night last night.
The evening started off great. It was DH’s birthday and we were out on a date. Moses was sleeping over at his Grammie’s house. At around 10 pm, we received a call that she thought we needed to bring Moses to the ER. Not a call that you want to receive on any day, but definitely not on your birthday (especially because this was the second time that we’ve spent DH’s birthday at the hospital).
It was 10:30 pm by the time we got back to Grammie’s and Moses was still awake (hours past his bedtime), and complaining of a lot of pain. He’d been complaining of a sore bum for days, and when we saw his pediatrician two days ago, she prescribed a cream to bring him some ease. He had developed a painful rash, which developed into a painful and huge abscess. My poor boy.
We brought him to the hospital, preparing ourselves to spend at least one night in the hospital since I figured they wouldn’t address it right away.
Thankfully, I was wrong.
There was no one else in the waiting room, and they brought him into one of the ER rooms right away. Within two hours, it was all resolved. They drained it under local anaesthetic and put a drain in it (a small piece of tubing) so that it would continue to drain.
It was really traumatizing for him because he was awake for it. He is so present and in the moment and doesn’t stuff things down (which is a good thing), so it was heartbreaking to hear him cry and scream and yell at us over and over again that he wanted them to stop, how much it hurt him and how he wanted to go home.
DH and I held his hands and comforted him. Mirrored his discomfort. Kissed his face. Wiped his tears and his nose.
And then it was over.
We were so happy to bring him home. Happy that it was quickly resolved.
Today, he was in good spirits. Emotionally, he was more himself today than he has been in a very long time. Laughing. Dancing. Telling jokes. Happy to be able to sit without pain.
We had an impromptu fire in our backyard tonight. Our whole family loves bonfires. DH loves to burn things. Moses loves to stay up late and dance and play in the backyard. And I love to feed my aura with the fire, and bring that which is ready to be released to the fire. I found a stick and blew my prayers into it and brought it to the fire. Maybe we’ve started a new ritual — to have a fire after a difficult event, a way for us to come together and connect in front of the fire. To release the old to the fire, and start anew.
We have plans to spend the weekend in Northern Bay Sands (a sandy beach 2 hours away) and to stay at a cabin. We will be travelling with Moses’ favourite cousin and their family, so it will be a great weekend to have fun, relax and recharge.